After fifty-plus spins around the sun, ebony and ivory and I are together again!
1964 — the year of my first very real broken heart.
My parents divorced.
Dad disappeared. Mom moved away.
Life was drama-free in foster care …
but I longed for a piano. It was in my blood. And I grieved.
Months earlier, I had stood with streaming tears and body wracking sobs,
watching “the men” roll my beloved piano out the door …
and out of my life.
My heart split open and sorrow spilled out.
Twelve years old — and the death blow of a thwarted dream ripped at my soul with razor-sharp claws.
But God, in His profound mercy, had a plan. A remarkable plan!
Because that’s just how He is.
He first brought me into a vivid, personal, overpowering relationship with Jesus Christ … and then He filled my threshing floor full of grain until the vats overflowed with new wine and oil (Joel 2:24).
He deftly restored to me the years the creeping, stripping, gnawing locust had eaten.
And among the “restored” was a piano (for my daughters, because I was too busy to practice), but I had a piano!
Though I didn’t take up playing again, I enjoyed the art vicariously through my girls.
Now, however — albeit five decades later — I have both a piano and time — His gift to me!
And I will praise the name of the Lord my God who has dealt wondrously with me (Joel 2:26)!
Now … every note I play is my song unto Him … my gift in return.
Ebony and ivory …
and a restored little girl … with a heart full of praise!
Joel 2:24-26 and Psalm 40:1-3